Witness has arrived 3/1/15

Where he opened the book of the morning, it was, yet again, just another day. But the frame of that day was curiously more than just the familiarity of margins all around. Even the book view of this reality was stylized differently. There was now some sort of distance to the view as if he had longer arms. This was a sightedness in the mind’s eye from much further away, inwardly visual. Yes, well maybe yes, but no. The print of familiars still seemed to be in orderly rows in front of him, but some how, now edgy and quizzical. What was it? Was it like a wider vision in the mind itself? A step back view in the mind became a view of the viewer. He could now set aside the ‘order from the menu’ frame of mind as it related to all of the familiar particulars. Yes, all of the fluid mindful summaries, as accounts of the day were proceeding along but could now be overlooked from this new interior treetop view. Familiar is now not meet with a dull consciousness blade! The reveal of his mind-canopy opens him to a new day. Yes, the carpet of the day is still woven forthcoming, and the mind-hands of the weaver are in plain view. But now there is an interior sky somehow observable and this internal atmosphere somehow has a mood generator, like a well-spring initiator, built in and accessible. Even though the carpet of continuing output is intricate, there is interior sheet music from which the weave is generated. There is now a melody outwardly unheard but he is in harmonic witness to it. Life for him, now has this added dimension. Now he is his own conscious-enhanced active environment, and not just the script lines of his spoken dialogue to the morass of the day. The witness of self has arrived!